maybe tomorrow

©BJ Ramsay

aimlessly walking the streets of DC today, the one city that i truly know, feel at home in, and could be comfortable calling home. as i go from coffee shop to book store, watching the suits head to work and the kids roam the streets of dupont circle it reminds me from a scene in Paul Haggis' Crash.

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

life is forever changing, growing, progressing, spreading us apart. each moment can change your future. hopefully in the right direction but regardless of the intended path, it all ends up where it should be. things are connected often when they don't even touch. i've watched a lot of my friends lives change dramatically this year. most happy experiences, lots of new little lives created and celebrated. some tragic and faith shattering but they still continue their walk. as i sit recounting my year as it quickly heads to its end, the stereophonics sing...

I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home...

tomorrow is never more important then today. it may be all you have left...